"And remember," Minho said, straightening Thomas's blazer, "don't. Get. Hard. Say it with me now don't get-"
"I fucking hate you," Thomas said, grabbing his mask.
Their carriage pulled up to the hall and they got out, avoiding the murky puddles on the cobble street.
"Welp ! Time to kick some ass!" Minho said cheerfully.
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The hall was full of people wearing fancy clothes. Women wore floor length gowns with frills, men wore suits and tailcoats, a few women wore pants too, but everyone was masked.
Thomas nodded to Minho and they separated.
He had one mission tonight.
Stop a sexy blonde from stealing The Cure.
And not get hard once he found the blonde but whatever.
He moved his way through to the table with drinks, picked up a fine glass with wine. His eyes scanned the room. Soft, orchestral music seeped through the hall, climbed up the walls and gracefully floated to the ground.
Thomas was getting impatient. The blonde should have been here by now.
He took another sip of the wine, reminiscing about the time he last met the blonde, in the same situation, except in a club.
"Wanna dance Tommy?"
"How do you know my name?"
Blondie rolled his eyes. "Doesn't matter. Come on, just one song?"
Thomas narrowed his eyes but took the outstretched hand.
They made it to the middle of the dance floor and Blondie wrapped his arms around Thomas's neck and they danced. "You know you wanna move on me," he whispered in Thomas's ear.
"Why don't you, since clearly you're a top?"
Blondie smirked and Thomas nearly died. "Good point."
Then, Blondie moved his hands to Thomas's waist and slotted their hips together. Thomas swallowed and it didn't go unnoticed. "You like that?"
Thomas could've kicked himself. He was getting carried away. "No I don't."
"What about this?" Blondie moved one hand down to his ass and the other hand slipped under his shirt, gripping his skin.
Thomas scowled. "Still don't."
Blondie chuckled darkly. He moved one leg to go between Thomas's and pressed his body against the other.
"What about now?"
"You think I'll get distracted but I know-"
Blondie laughed. "Baby, I'm here alone. I just want some dick. Is that too much to ask?"
Thomas knew for a fact he was lying. But he played along.
"Mmm...I don't know-"
"Don't hide the fact that you're hard," Blondie leaned forward and nipped his ear. "I can feel it."
"What about you? I'd be hurt if you aren't. Don't wanna hurt my feelings, do you?"
Blondie smiled and took one of Thomas's hands from his neck, put it on his hip. "Go on darling."
Thomas let his hand wander down between Blondie's legs.
He was really hard.
"Huh, you surprised me."
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